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Killing Dao Fruit

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.

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Chapter 142: Chen Family Village, Worshipping the Dragon King (Third Update)

The village at the foot of the mountain, Chen Family Village, though seemingly not small, was clearly not very affluent.

The most imposing building wasn't the houses of the village head or the elders, but instead, it was a Dragon King Temple built right beside the Luoshui River.

No one knew how much money or labor the villagers had spent on it.

Although the Dragon King Temple only had two courtyards, it was adorned with green tiles and carved beams, decorated throughout with flowers and plants, and exquisitely built.

At this moment.

It wasn't only the two children who were sobbing that hadn't slept in the middle of the night in the village.

All over a thousand villagers were awake.

All of them were kneeling neat and orderly on both sides of the entrance to that temple, as far as the eye could see, a sea of human heads in the darkness.